“ So you’ve come to ask for the hand of my daughteri'” asked an old gentleman of a young man who had determined to dare. " I adore her,” exclaimed the youth rapturously : “ my life would be a blank without her.” “ Bless you,” said the old man ; “ L regard this as nothing loss than providential. Don’t postpone the ceremony later than is necessary. I am going to fail in a few weeks, and it’s as much as i shall be able to do to look after the rest of the family.” Lady .Macbeth was walking in her sloop. My day gowns are too tight.” she explained.
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Page 3 Advertisements Column 2, Evening Star, Issue 15707, 22 January 1915